i'm harbouring annoyance that when i got my photos developed the cd that accompanied the prints was missing an entire roll, the one containing some of my favourite images. but, fwiw, at least i could share some from the other 3...
two things come to mind as i look at them...
one, that photographing in film is a kind of russian roulette - typically you take one stab at a shot and hope for the best. you can't view your image on a screen and retake it instantly if you want it to be better. i've yet to work out why i've been resistant to switch to digital.
and secondly, i am struck by how autobiographical these feel to me... when i review these images i am aware of how i felt when i took them, their mood (i find a stillness in several that i think speaks to the contemplation i was looking for in the moments they represent) and the shapes they make. and also that i am increasingly looking to the form of an object and the negative space around and within it...
i never imagine myself mastering the craft of photography in the way some of my talented friends have, but i am finding it a more rewarding process and a good test of one's mettle to attempt not feeling intimidated and so share one's images with those whose eyes you respect and admire...
so i pushed my boundaries today and dared to offer some of my prints as a gift to one such photographer, uncertain if out of trust for their grace, or out of belief that they would find my story in them...
was great to walk into the cafe after work and greet familiar faces and embrace missed friends...
tomorrow i'll post reflections written while away...
LB, x.
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